Short Buddhist Poems
Short Buddhist Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Buddhist by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Buddhist by length and keyword.
a bud seeds...
it's sprout form
and bud-ism...
is growth shaping
into a buddhist...
bud and flow-air
stans sand
Dog Mojo
My dog named Boho...
Met a mystical Dojo.
Boho found his Buddhist mojo.
Panagiota Romios
4/14//2019
The Buddhist monk
Following dental examination
Refused an injection
For his required dental extrication
Instead he chose to
Transcend dental medication
Form:
A Jewish attorney, Raskolnikov,
his Buddhist half-brother, Kaletnikov,
now here comes the bother,
they mimic each other,
so who gets 'good health!' or a 'mazel tov?'
Listen to poem:
in gratitude
we went
our way
admiring
the wonder
of another
sunny day
thankful for
the happiness
in our life
humble
yet
so blessed
AP: 3rd place 2020
wherever
we go
there
will be
decay and
absence
for the
moment
we absorb
and learn
stillness
become
silent
listen
silently
silently
becoming
The wind is my soul, I am forever in motion,
I am everywhere in a moment,
Bursting forth from the moment before.
Always, I end where I start,
From that exact same moment
Where all things began.
I left my hands behind miles ago.
My eyes drift 30 feet behind my body.
My heart waddles over hot gravel.
A Highway Dust Angel.
My brain took an Uber. My soul
Bought by a Buddhist back in Biloxi.
Anywhere anytime
our here and now
where the night begins
passions revolving door
love’s sukah prayer
(sukah-buddhist term for the bliss and joy of
moving through the universe with ease.)
The Buddha insists on the absence of ‘I'.
We banish the self if we ardently try.
I’ve done meditation
and hoped for salvation.
So who became Buddhist? The Buddha — not I.
Buddha numerics
Time between death and rebirth
cosmic waiting room
(bardo- intermediate space of time between
death and rebirth. Symbolically, 7 to
49 days in Buddhist time.)
I am neither a Hindu,
nor a Muslim,
nor a Christian,
nor a Sikh,
nor a Jew,
nor a Buddhist,
nor a Zoroastrian.
Darkness or Kali
as I call it
is
my
Religion;
Dark Nothingness
I meditate on.
It’s true some people follow Judaism
and some are followers of Buddhism.
Well I’m no Buddhist
but a devout Dudeist
which makes me a dude of Dudeism!
Written: January 2005
the Shaolin Buddhist Monk
sit right in the center of the
city square wearing bright
orange sacred robe
in lotus position
soaked in gasoline
did lite the match to himself
who silently cried out for peace
I think like a buddhist
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar
but rage like the sea
And love like a child
—reborn unto Thee
(First Book Of Prayers: May, 2017)
I think like a Buddhist,
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain,
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar,
but rage like the sea
And love like a child
—reborn unto Thee
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2017)
We have "civilized" ourselves in a hurry, so we hurry and feel busy, VIPs:
Life is like great music, magnificent dance. It doesn't rush to the END -
If the end, the goal, was ALL, the fastest dance, the quickest song, would win
Buddhist: self-immolation
Muslim: blow everyone up
Christian: just shoot you
Hindu: Sikh revenge
zeal: (noun) a feeling of strong eagerness,
excessive fervor to do something or
accomplish some end
© Goode Guy 2012-11-27
Form:
I think like a Buddhist,
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain,
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar,
but rage like the sea
And love like a child,
reborn unto thee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
I'm woozy with the uncertainties of life.
I'm staggering back and forth,
slamming into one wall and then another.
I cling to a banister
wondering how it can be
that I'm even alive.
Bitter to be still living.
Grateful to have survived so long.
What a waste.
This park,
This urinal,
This white stain.
And I am undone.
As always, repeating
Myself without a
White flag in site.
Consequences bequeth
Me and I wish
I could pay the
Sandman.
But not quickly,
no.
A Buddhist,
A mantra,
A sin.
A BUDDHIST CHRISTMAS
December date as now revised
There are lights hung on trees
Bodhi and Christmas Dharma
Jesus’ teachings are respected
Only messiah status is rejected
With a clear goodwill Karma
A difference only by degrees
Yet mutual courtesy is advised
The branches here leave
no shadows where doubt can creep
infiltrating your conciousness; reicinirating your grief
Here, your inner consiousness makes up its mind
Your soul less curious, your mind is at ease
Remember what you came here for
Beneath the Bodhi tree
As Christians Chant in Buddhist Circles,
And Black and White dance in the forest of mutuality,
What is the sound of Revival?
Is it a trumpet?
Is it a tumult?
Is it a whirlwind?
Or is it simply the sobering reflection, that none of us, absolutely none of us is
alone in this world.
how blessed I feel
how fortunate am I
crossing paths
with a living
buddhist monk
in flowing saffron robe
his face serene
gaze so placid
waves of
universal peace
rippling
as he moves
along his path
the only thing
I know
is I know
nothing
AP: Honorable Mention 2021